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I look at the portrait

in a black mournful frame

And I do not believe,

that your end to you came,

I do not believe,

that you are not here,

As though for me

all sunrises disappear

Mother, dearest friend,

only late I regret,

That I couldn’t in time

from misfortune protect.

I didn’t value enough

all your motives and hopes

And I used to tell you,

there are others like me,

That there’s everything in life,

both darkness and sun

And I always forgot,

that you are the only one.

That you, mother, is the only one

both now and later on,

That you are mother when

the life is upside-down…

Do not forget, my friend,

your mother is there for you,

No one should his mother forget,

remember this crucial truth…